Now every flower I see reminds me of youFrom that they on when you told me.They lay there for a reason we seem not to knowAnd not just for any decoration or showThey will never be the same in my eyesYou said it was there to give sense.They are more important nowMore than I could ever think of.Now every flower I see reminds me of youRadiance of beauty that might be put on tooThey are there to remind me that there is hopeThat there is someone eager enough to heed.Every tulip I see is your soul divine,Let me hold on to it like a glass of wine.Every drop is not a waste of entityBut purity to indulge in sweet serenity...!!!

I Want To Come Back PoemYou move so carefully;I watch you after being apartFor so long and I can see the architectureOf your lonely gestures,Like your world suddenly got biggerAnd you don’t know how to move around within it. It’s been four years now and each time I see you,It’s like the first time we met,I find myself rediscovering who you areAnd falling in love with you all over again. You move in sadness, gracefully guarded- As if the spaces I once occupied will vanishIf you touch them,And it hurts my heart to knowThat I am the foundation of the walls you’ve built.I want to come back to put an end to this distance,I want to take apart your lonelinessAnd build myself into your movements,Let’s light a match and set fire to the homes we have builtIn each other’s absence,It’s time to start fresh,I want to be the building blocks to your smile,The architecture of your happiness;We can spend the rest of our lives togetherMaking love in all of those lonely spaces We’ve learned to hide so well...!!!

LongingI want the boundaries I’ve crossed,the names written down and filedin some Index ofImportant Things.I want to taste the lifeI burned: A husband.Children. Waysin which I am notfemale. I want the storms I’ve ridden into,wild and caught in a bottle. I want to drink the windthat leveled me.I want the river rocks,the plastic castles. I want the kindred ofdead birds, trees I also jumped from.

I want a shore of cattails,a driftwood memory,green water,swarms of gnatsdancing. Is this a pageant? No, surely not.But the billowsof wounds catch the eyejust as good asany dress wornfor its magic.And you.You were the skyI challenged, thebigness of shoulders,the shacklesof home.Of all this roomfor empty longing,I have neverwanted youback...!!!

Let's call this Contact ExpirationIf I could, I would kiss every human I met Full on the mouth, eyes gaping For the secrets in their variegations. Instead of tongues shoved down unvirgin throats, We would exchange universes, Breathe warm galaxies of fiery stars between our lungs.Let every contact be incendiary,Exhale sparks onto this polyester skin of ours, the cloak we shiver into to protect our humanity.Dread contactTouching flesh to flesh will burn you,But it is the only balm that will heal the gaping wounds you keep trying to forget in the centermost crevices of your chest.I wish eyes could plumb deeper,Dig the words from my silent tastebuds sometimes,Because I am no less afraid than you areThat when I bare my skin blue,You will stand and stare...!!!

Flutter The PoemI wish i could forge you a smilePick up a bright red sharpie To make a point And then stretch it into a crescent That would somehow reach your eyes. It is no question that you are beautiful Even in all your sadnessYou are a bird perched on a branch,Feathers strung through sunlight Song sunk in moonshineBut just imagine how breathtaking You would be in all your flight Pick up that fight and have the audacity to shineThe slightest stutter of your wings Would shame the whole goddamn sky...!!!